It was twelve noon that day, and it was a Friday restaurant.
When Ye Fan walked in, the restaurant was booked by Han Xiangbei again.
There is only one table of guests in the spacious hall.
Yes, a table.
In addition to Han Xiangbei, there was also a monk in gray clothes on the table.
She looks sixty years old, has a small figure, a character with a word of eyebrows, a cold expression, a scattered sandalwood, and has an outstanding temperament.
While she was lying about something, she turned Buddhist beads, looking like a paranormal.
Ye Fan glanced at her, not knowing who she was from Han Xiangbei, but when he saw that she didn't raise her eyes, he was too lazy to pay attention.
He nodded to Han Xiangbei: "Hello, Mr. Han!"
Compared to the arrogant last time he met, Han Xiangbei is much more humble and enthusiastic this time.
Not only did he set up a table of delicious food, he also greeted Ye Fan in person, with a very bright smile on his face:
"Doctor Ye, welcome, welcome, meet again."
"Come on, sit down, get some fresh puffer meat, New Zealand steak and caviar, try it and see if it suits your taste."
"If you don't like it, just open your mouth. As long as the chef can make it, I will ask him to make a few for you."
He also personally pulled a chair for Ye Fan, looking like he would not know each other without fighting.
However, Ye Fan was not introduced to the identity of the woman in gray.
The woman in gray did not look at Ye Fan, and continued to rotate the Buddhist beads in her hand.
Ye Fan didn't care, shook hands with Han Xiangbei and said with a smile:
"Mr. Han, please be polite. The guest will follow the guests. I will eat whatever you treat."
"And I am a poor child. Being able to eat steak and caviar is a blessing I have cultivated in my previous life. How can I be despised?"
Ye Fan sat down on the seat: "Thank you Mr. Han for the banquet."
After saying that, Ye Fan directly served the steak and ate it. He had a big mouthful of meat and a mouth full of oil, which made him feel very happy.
Seeing this, the woman in gray stopped the Buddhist beads, frowned slightly, and showed disgust on her face.
But she didn't say anything, she just picked up the tea and took a sip.
Han Xiangbei's mouth touched a few times.
He could hear what Ye Fan meant, he was just a grassroots, barefoot and was not afraid of wearing shoes, so it was not easy to play tricks.
"Do it's easy to do things and be happy. Ye Fan, I admire you very much."
Han Xiangbei gave Ye Fan a thumbs up: "The younger generation I know is not one hundred or eighty, and it is the same as gentle and elegant."
"It's rare that you have the same kind of spirit."
He leaned on his seat and sighed: "The next wave of the Yangtze River pushes the previous wave."
Han Xiangbei’s feelings for Ye Fan are indeed complicated, with hatred, unwillingness, but also appreciation.
The hatred was that he and Yang Manli were both slapped by Ye Fan, and Ye Fan also knocked away 100 billion with 100 pills.
Unwilling to accept that he wanted to take revenge on Ye Fan, but he couldn't find the phone. Instead, Han Ziqi was flirted by Ye Fan.
Appreciation is that Ye Fan can see the side effects of Chunxiao Needle Water at a glance, and he can also target the Poly Dawn Pills.
Even Ye Fan didn't need to use the instrument to diagnose the insects in Yang Manli's head.
So Han Xiangbei looked at Ye Fan and felt very moved.
Jessica also frowned and looked at Ye Fan. She had dealt with Ye Fan for the third time, but she could not see Ye Fan's depth.
The woman in gray snorted, with a clear disdain.
Ye Fan burst out with a hearty laughter and looked at Han Xiangbei generously:
"Mr. Han, thank you for your compliment. I feel honored to be able to reverse your view."
"But we are also old acquaintances, so let's get straight to the point if you have any problems."
"You invited me today, it's definitely not just steak."
Ye Fan had already guessed Han Xiangbei's intention on the way, but pretending to be crazy and stupid at this moment can increase the bargaining chips.
"Yes, I have something to look for you."
Han Xiangbei no longer went around in circles: "I heard that you easily diagnosed the parasite in Yang Manli's head?"
Ye Fan raised his eyelids: "Yes, I was diagnosed at a glance."
"Then can you treat it?"
Han Xiangbei's tone was a little more urgent: "Yang Manli said you said at that time, do you have a way to get the bugs?"
"able!"
Ye Fan responded without hesitation: "I can draw out the parasites in her brain without even opening my head."
“And it’s guaranteed not to become a vegetative person.”
He had confidence on his face.
The woman in gray sneered again when she heard this, without any concealing her arrogant contempt for Ye Fan.
"Is that true? You're so confident?"
Han Xiangbei couldn't stop sitting upright: "What method do you use to remove the insect?"
"secret."
Ye Fan chewed another bite of steak:
"I can tell you that I can take it out, but how to treat it, I can't tell you."
"After all, I still have to make a lot of money on it."
"But you can trust me. I can even make up for Chunxiao's defects, and it's not difficult to get rid of this parasite."
His appearance of profit-oriented behavior not only did not make Han Xiangbei disgusted, but instead made him believe that Ye Fan had such ability.
Isn’t it just a lustful person who extorted himself for 10 billion and even pestered Han Ziqi?
Han Xiangbei calmed down after two points: "Help Yang Manli take out the insects without any damage to that kind. How much do you want?"
He already had a number in his mind. As long as it was within 10 billion, he would immediately write a check to complete the transaction.
"Mr. Han, didn't I say it last time?"
Ye Fan raised his head and looked at Han Xiangbei: "I'm not short of money!"
"As long as Han Ziqi is happy, I can do it for 10 billion!"
"So you ask me how much it costs to cure Yang Manli. I can tell you word by word, I won't treat her if it costs."
Ye Fan refused to treat the disease without hesitation: "In addition to her offending me that day, she also hurt Han Ziqi."
He suddenly appeared. When talking about Han Ziqi, the woman in gray had a sharp look and she became more hostile to him.
"Ye Fan, harmony brings wealth!"
Han Xiangbei told Ye Fan a glass of red wine: "It is better to resolve enemies than to get them."
"Although you have extraordinary medical skills and extraordinary skills, it is still not a wise move to fight Yang Manli to death."
"Even if you don't take me and the Han family seriously, you can't offend the Yang family in Hengcheng."
"I can promise you that as long as you cure Yang Manli, I will not only give you 10 billion, but also write off the grudges between the two sides."
"I can even ask Yang Manli to thank you very much and apologize to Han Ziqi."
He tried hard to reverse Ye Fan's thoughts: "If you think it's not enough, you can slap me a few more times in the face."
"I don't care at all whether the grudges are written off, and I'm never afraid of your revenge."
Ye Fan wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue: "As for thanks and apology, Ziqi and I don't care."
"Because I know you just have to bow your head, instead of sincerely reflecting on your fault."
He clearly stated his attitude: "So these things are not enough for me to treat Yang Manli."
Han Xiangbei's face darkened: "What's going on? You are willing to treat Yang Manli?"
He was also a great family member and never asked others for help in such a humble manner. However, Ye Fan refused to give face again and again.
Han Xiangbei was very angry.
If he had known Ye Fan had a few tricks, he would have someone to kill all of Ye Fan's teeth.
Seeing Han Xiangbei getting angry, Jessica and a group of bodyguards tightened their nerves and reached out to touch the gun behind their waists.
After being taught by Ye Fan repeatedly, their weapons were upgraded.
"In theory, I won't treat her."
Ye Fan held up the wine glass and looked down at Han Xiangbei:
"But if you can bring Ziqi's mother back to the Han family cemetery, and then let Ziqi serve as the executive president of Life Group..."
"I can treat Yang Manli without charging a penny!"
Ye Fan offered his own conditions.
"Ye Fan!"
Han Xiangbei couldn't help but slammed the table and slapped, "Don't toast or not eat the punishment!"
"Ba"
Ye Fan directly poured the red wine on the ground: "Sorry, I don't eat toast, I don't eat the wine if I'm fined..."
"Bang--"
"presumptuous!"
This time, before Han Xiangbei could speak, the monk in gray who had been silent suddenly slapped the table...